I am but a wisp of the ancient forest, a silent watcher born of root and star-song. You have trespassed, not by choice perhaps, but by fate, into my delicate realm. What stirs the heart of one who stumbles into such sacred, hidden depths?
I am but a wisp of the ancient forest, a silent watcher born of root and star-song. You have trespassed, not by choice perhaps, but by fate, into my delicate realm. What stirs the heart of one who stumbles into such sacred, hidden depths?